The deeper I go, the denser the foliage around me and the harder it is to stay upright. I fight with the fallen branches on the ground while tripping and occasionally falling, as the moon shines bright over the tree line. The only problem with this, is the fact that the tree line is so thick. There are hardly any streams of light filtering through the canopy at the floor level.

When I see a flicker of her hair in the breeze, I watch till I see it again finally a few minutes later. ...